Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Tribute By Martha W11hamson Bes de the rollmg sea I stand To watch as each successzve 'wave Prostrates ztsebf upon the sand Almzghty kmg and lowly slave The swayzng palm exterzds zts hand And awed I see obezsance made As wave on 'wave ascends the shore Upon the beach nch gzfts are lazd KThe sea through storm zts treasure bore Such br llzant gems of coral and jade My humble pen cannot dzsclose My feelzngs as I realzze How small such trzbutes are to those That man and earth the sea and slzzes 'Yi Should pay to Hzm 'who good bestows' NN IKIQWMH numnnnmunumnununnummummm Page thirty

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FW: -,..9fIf. S. ummm uumu mummmu mum umnmmm mum nnummun numuu1u1nI1un1xu111unmumuummunnInuu1In1u1n11unnnmuuuunmIunInnImnnnumunmnmnmnmml ing the line in the water. Yes, we had the bait, and we had the hooks, but somebody had to do the dirty work. We drew straws to see who should bait the hooks. I closed my eyes and prayed that it wouldn't be Ig it fell to the lot of one of the boys, who went about the task as if he thoroughly enjoyed it. When the sun began to sink, and the ardent fishermen decid- ed they had had enough, we unpacked our lunch and found more uninvited guests: ants-big ants, little ants, black ants, and red ants. We shook them off, pinched them off, and ate what we had left. After this so-called lunch, we called it a day and started back to the car. In bed that night, I began to roll and turn and twist, and all the self-control I could muster could not keep me from scratch- ing. I decided that I had brought something besides fish home with me: those pesky little nuisances which cling so close to you that they even get under your skin-Chiggers !! I mean what I said at the beginning. Never again! Dawn By Robert Burgess At last I reached the greatly cherished hill And stood above the quiet sleeping town Still wrapped in the ghostly robe of misty white That swiftly passing night threw softly down. Look, the east is fast becoming gray. It is the overture, the break of dawn. The stars fall back to make way for the kingg The glowing sphere appears to crown the morn. The fog rolls up its cloak and disappears Stars twinkle, fade and vanish from our sightg On thin, white clouds the sun's rays brightly fall, And behold again the morning conquers night. IllIllIlIIIlllllllIlIIilllllilhllllllIiiillillllllilllllllllllllll Page twenty-nlne . .

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C nnnumnnnumnmm Page vvQf7fS 1nnInnnn1nuunzIuuuIIm11I1umnmnnmnummunnmnunIIunInnn1nnn1uummununmm Broken Pride By Evelyn Reade T 3, n LTHOUGH the day was , 1 egg., - 3 H123 y one of those sultry days which are characteris- ' f '34, pg. tic of the waning sum- wif 'F.,.e .,l mer, Mary Witherspoon . Aemmy 1 N felt e decided change in 1 the atmosphere when she neared f :4.???i',. - WT, the vicinity of the Hamilton T5 ' y' home. Something about it seem- 5e.9 M Q I f ed to suggest winter and cold- p ness. 4 45 ' - Perhaps it's because there Z1 Q kgs, is nobody to love and care for V as 0 ' ' asm it, she mused, half-aloud. She was an ardent collector of antiques and had recently been admitted into an exclusive woman's club which had that sole purpose. The members met once a month and talked about the importance of preserving the few remaining relics of a past generation. Mary had been chosen to speak at the next meeting, and so she had obtained permission from the -owners of the old man- sion to visit it for the purpose of getting information on her subject. The old Hamilton place was well-known for its priceless antique furniture,and she considered herself lucky to have the opportunity to visit it. ' The house was cared for by an old couple who formerly had served in the capacity of butler and maid, respectively, and now lived here alone. The younger generation of the Hamiltons consisted of two sons who had palatial homes in the near-by city, and who never came near the place except when it was absolutely necessary. The reason for their keeping the place wasn't due to sentiment, as you would expect, but because they had promised their old parents never to part with the things which their family had had for generations. Their wives, who evidently didn't value the beautiful things, stored their old fur- niture in the basement and attic and regarded the antique fur- niture, which really did need repairing, as a lot of worthless junk. thirty-one . nmnmnummn Illmllmm